"I'd Wish You Well..."

Mar 31, 2008 - 09:38 AM PST

Sorry for the horrible formating.. part 3:

"I’d be wishing myself the worst," he thought as he sat there. Maybe, calling would be inappropriate. Especially, at this hour. But, it felt as though the concept of time had slipped through his grasp some weeks ago. He’d awake from dreams, so sure he had been there... but, then who was he trying to fool? There was certainly no one around here. He’d sent them all away long ago. So he composed himself once more (perhaps, he imagined, for the last time), and then walked himself out the door. The air was crisp. Of course, he recalled all this from his previous failed attemps. The "Hello-Goodbye" was becoming familiar language these days. He brushed that feat aside and set out, with one clear destination in mind. He started the car immediately after sitting down. Well, not immediately, but as soon as humanly possible. He thought about a lot of things during the 20 or so seconds he let the car warm up. He thought about the way he could be certain that the feel of her head against his chest would be as the same as every other time. But that was if it happened. Every damn time he let his mind run off that’s what was holding for him. Instead, he pulled back that line of thought, found nothing on the line, and just as quickly let the sea take it. He had to find some way break to the thought before arriving at her place. (What if it didn’t happen? What then?) "Wait, the bar the corner!" Words so relieving he almost spoke them. It was only natural to desire some sort of solice before such a trying conversation. Some how, that last drink really took him. He awoke to dawn peering through his blinds and that feeling in the pit of his stomach that he’d hoped to resolve.